For the Clouds

I have chase a lot here And caught a few fame of air. This place to me is fair I have but endured few care. But what profits me Gaining all just on this planet Not enough...not just enough. I am told they would rot All fought for though tough Except that above the clouds I felt earnest to grow wings Or my feet to grow springs To shoot me far up high And secure above the sky. For treasures that rot not I choose the Life To take me when it's time Above the clouds.